Perfect mornings.

Waking up to cuddle weather. Drizzling rain. Alone in bed. Subtly whistling wind. Burying yourself under a thick blanket but leaving your toes to show. Bake with Anna Olson on cable TV. Big shirts. No pants. Spam, scrambled eggs and garlic rice. A bowl of hot noodle soup. Extra cup of rice. Ice cold coke. Knowing that Master Chef is up next on TV. Blogging in bed. Daydreaming about a puff of smoke. Running out of things to say. Butter cookies. Rain drops on the window pane. Momentary silence broken by a train's loud and persistent honk. Drifting back to sleep.